Chapters:

She could feel them
screaming louder in her head. "Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat! You must
eat! You can't starve yourself for too long, Felicia. You know
you get hungry, darling!" Felicia felt her head spinning into
confusion. Felicia needed that thigh gap, she needed the little
arms and hipbones to stick out. Of course, the thought of food
made her sick anyway. She would end up vomiting. It was almost
too much to bear. Cruely the food was sitting on her plate. As if
she would actually eat. "I refuse," she whispered softly, exiting
her zoned out stage.

"What was that honey?"
Her father said.

"Nothing. Everything's
fine. You know, I actually have some homework to do. I honestly
am too full from lunch today." Felicia answered swiftly.

She tried making a
quick escape, but her dad's girlfriend, Willa, stopped
her.

"Felicia, honey, dinner
is family time. What would dinner be without family?" Willa said
sweetly.

Felicia felt the hint
of attitude and jealousy in Willa's voice. She did nothing but
despise Willa with a burning passion.

"I'm fine for tonight."
Felicia replied, pursing her lips.

Felicia's father nodded
and let her proceed up the stairs. Felicia got about halfway up
the stairs until she stopped to watch. Her father stood to
retrieve his wallet and patted Jacob on the head.

"Jacob Boudreaux! I did
not raise you that way!" Felicia heard Willa yell.

You didn't raise us
at all. You don't know us, sweetheart. Felicia thought. How
she wished she could rid of Willa immediately. Willa was a
spoiled rotten brat, using her father's money for everything.
Willa uses her father's money to buy clothes and accesories. It
was revolting, the thought of it at least. But then again, what
to Felicia wasn't revolting? Felicia proceeded to make her way to
her room. When she reached it, she turned the knob slightly,
trying to not allow the door to squeak. Felicia slipped inside
her bedroom and sat on her bed. She layed down and rested.

She awoke to rocks
slamming against her window. Felicia knew what that signal was.
Chance needed to speak to her in the forest. Felicia rose and
walked to her window. She propped it open and saw Chance. He had
no facial flaws. He was beautiful, actually. Felicia could stare
at him for days if she could. Felicia instead gave him the signal
and he slipped off into the forest. Felicia jammed her window
down with a loud bang.

"Felicia? Honey, you
okay? Your father, Jacob and I are going out for ice cream to
celebrate his first A in college. Would you like to join?" It was
Willa. Felicia thought about eating ice cream, but then felt
disgusted with herself. How could she eat at a time like
this?

"Well, okay. Don't be
out too late." Willa said, and Felicia could then hear her
retreat downstairs.

Felicia slipped her
thin jacket on and waited for the front door to close. It soon
closed, and Felicia made a beeline for the backdoor. She sprinted
downstairs and out the backdoor. Felicia walked quietly on the
gravel to not alert her neighbors. Felicia hurried as soon as she
could see Chance walking ahead. She ran up behind him and hugged
him. He gripped her tightly at first, then relaxed.

"You shouldn't startle
me like that, Felicia. I thought I blew our cover." Chance said
in his soft and caring voice. That's what Felicia admired most
about Chance.

Hannah was Chance's
foster parent. Hannah and her boyfriend, Trey, were only
teenagers, merely older than Chance. They loved partying and
inviting random people over to party with them. Chance was always
stuck in the middle of the problem. He would go into the kitchen
to get a sip of water, and Hannah would be making out with a
girl. Chance, however, had never done anything of the sort. Never
had a girlfriend nor a first kiss. He believed in "the right one
is the first one" method. Felicia felt sadness wash over her once
again. It reminded her of Casandra, her best friend. Casandra had
no friends beside Felicia. She adored Felicia with a
passion.

"I'm sorry Chance."
Felicia said.

Chance never got a
break, it was always beat, cut, party, screamed at, cut. Felicia
was there all 46 times as he tried committing suicide. She helped
him through life.

Felicica was one of the
few people who knew that boys do cut too. They do it silently and
in private. They don't like being open about it.

When boys cut, you know
something is wrong. They want to die.

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Sorry it's so short!
It's late and I have school! Let me know what you think.
Critiscism is appreciated, as well as praise.